You know when you know,
And it’s always the best when you didn’t even know it was coming.
You looked different that night
I’m not even sure I saw you this way before that day.
The scene became fuzzy, it made me shiver and blink my eyes.
I’ve never felt the icy hot blade of Shakti peel the layers of my skin back to reveal my spine
This, the very backbone of my essence,
only recognized at birth and then immediately calcified and nullified for the next 2 decades on this Earth.
But you were there and I felt Her stirring again and I knew Her as myself and in that moment could tell,
More clearly than ever before,
what it was Creator had created me for.
Ok, so let’s do this
It starts where it starts because no amount of defense could offset the offense that propelled me toward your hands.
Both of mine clasped yours
(And you know it’s good when your giving the double hand shake.)
Everything in me comes apart around you. I am dismantled and reconfigured and must desperately compose some type of quippy prose to let you not see how my knees shake
and my thighs burn
At the mere turn of your lips and the arch of your brow.
That fucking smile.
Every damn time.
You must not know
the way in which my body rolls inside as I feel your approach and how my throat must close
to prevent the swell from escaping my lips.
These lips, my lips, drag your finger across my lips.
I want your hands on me
I want your eyes on me.
I want you to savor my skin and breathe out a little “fuuuck” as I lower my hips onto your thighs.
Wrap my hair around your fist and pull.
Hold my back. With your whole arm hold my back and pull me through to you.
What are the chances that you
and I can disappear to the ocean together
rolling around in my hair
making music and love
writing poetry and goodbye letters across each other’s skin.
Because you know it’s goodbye
at least in the way we knew it to be.
You know there’s no exit strategy
and there probably never was intended to be.
Instead a peace, lay it to rest
this thing we do best.
Keep that corner or your heart for me and I for you
And in those moment when we need to feel brand new,
moments when I recall how I met Her again because of you,
I will sing a prayer, dance a dance of honor and let down my hair.
I’ll pull on my orange dress,
press my fingers to my lips,
and whisper your name,
“Thank you, thank you.” A million times over, “Thank you.”
You make me feel like the train ride on 500 Days of Summer